Time

Time contemplated and determined

We would no longer be its victim

Realizing that time is not our enemy

For We are time.

Time gives us breathing

Marks our journey through space.

In this discreet time continuum

We not only borrow our energy packet

From the big sea of time

But seek the co-operation of other packets.

Time is tyrant, time is trial

Time is fantasy as well.

Time hangs heavy on the hands in youth

From the fingers like water in age, it slips through.

There are multiple sides of time.

Measuring time is an illusion

Can never be measured with

The tick of a clock.

It is not tangible!

Time past, from which memory

And its instruction is mined

Time present, is to be lived

With moments pleasurably and profoundly

Time future, where plans will be completed

Goals reached, experiences felt

Till the time there is no time.

We spend time amassing money and goods

We trade minutes for coins and

Hours for those bucks in millions.

But would there be particular satisfaction

Beyond the most superficial

In passing time producing such an event.

We must have money indeed

To comfort us when there will be nothing more

To cater a hope or a desire, but no lure.

Through life we spend best of the time

To buy that custodial time.

Ah! My divine life, I would spend in solitude

In those summer spots

Along the sea shores , on high cliffs

So close to nature.

I would spend with childish hearts

Giggling, hoping , away from extremities

Listening, watching those childish acts,

Narrating stories of my old times,

Something that I accrued in years

And not known to those untouched fair hearts.

I would love to be as old as them.

They would not know what it is to be

Like as old as me.

I would love to be among my peers

Sharing how to be loving , how to hug

How to be close to nature by being spiritual.

I would gather this bank account

And set my feet towards the mountains

Who are informative outstandingly.

Time is like a soap bubble with no resistance.

It scatters like autumn leaves before our steps.

When I dive in my past to gather fragments

Count moments of different variations,

I find the shadows of days faded in nights,

Gathered fragments with parallel lines,

Those intimate friends, family, society.

Meeting social obligations and

Least to my awareness even a box of minutes

For my mind’s reclamation and spirit’s salvation.

Time and its passage be remembered differently.

And the awareness that there will be an end

To our own measure of time

We yet believe, the time of our lives

Will go on for ever.

But then the death , the plan for immortality

Has no count on our finger tips.

Time can be viewed backwards

But there is no front to it.

Only the present moment is ours,

Nothing philosophical, the eternal truth of the universe.